My quote for today....

[pandr]

We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.

[drparty333]

Nobody knows what the nose knows!...

[mclovin]

[monster man]

“Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!”
Unknown Author

[harryb]

[Anubis]

Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.

[darlinkat]

“The best days of your life will be the ones where you let your heart decide what to do.”

[pandr]

After all these years, it's still embarrassing for me to play on the American golf tour. Like the time I asked my caddie for a sand wedge and he came back ten minutes later with a ham on rye. - Chi Chi Rodriguez

[harryb]

[mclovin]

Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying
about your age and start bragging about it

[darlinkat]

“I may not be there yet, but I’ll get there. No matter what it takes, I’ll get there.
I refuse to let the trivial things of today weigh down my tomorrow.”

[pandr]

When angry, count four; when very angry, swear. Mark Twain

[mclovin]

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for

[pandr]

Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch.
There's something,
Inside that we need so much,
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an Oak with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Thru tarmack, to the sun again,
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
To lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing,
To have all these things in our memories hoard,
And to use them,
To help us,
To find... Justin Hayward

[darlinkat]

Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch.
There's something,
Inside that we need so much,
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an Oak with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Thru tarmack, to the sun again,
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
To lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing,
To have all these things in our memories hoard,
And to use them,
To help us,
To find... Justin Hayward